Amantes

Y las cejas se confunden

y los ojos se multiplican

y el aire se satura y humedece

y transpiran las pieles

y se acaban las palabras

y se precarizan los sonidos

guturales, históricos,

y el calor funde los cuerpos

y se reconocen sin verse

ni escucharse ni pensarse

y dejamos de ser vos y yo

y somos nosotros

y por uno o dos segundos,

se funden los cuerpos,

se termina el tiempo,

y no hay palabras,

y no corre el viento,

y se abren los ojos,

y se ven los cuerpos,

y el aliento vuelve,

y se extingue el fuego,

y los amantes duermen.

iv

I grew a garden, gave you my all
you ate the berries and took the seeds
my dreams vanished, awoke and cried
you shed no tears and broke my heart
the garden dried, my cheeks did too
you took my all and kept to you
I shrank and rot and almost die
you took my soul and left my life.

Ageing

will this kiss still be
will it last ‘till our hair is grey
will keep thy warm lips
                                    thy lips warm
our lips smoothly wet
will our hair be gray
                                    together
will this kiss be
will still kiss
will we
                                        be

iii

Surrounding, wandering
feeling blue. Eyes
Looking at words flow rapidly
Letting go.
Crying out my name,

your letters.

Give thy hand, offer thy heart.
Give you back my all
Give you back me all
Letting go.
Free to fly.
Way up, way out.
Letting free thy voice.
My all.

ii

look into yo’r eyes

                                               look into your eyes

lips glowing

                                               lips damp

tears sliding over

                                               salty cheeks

took yo’r tongue

                                               let thy warmth

open my heart

                                               dagger held

stabbed I die

i

stand still

                                               so f’king still

                                               flesh roten

                                               falling apart

from flesh

from life

                                               standin’ still

                                               thy tears droppin’

hill down

in thy very hole
of flesh

                                               lost my soul

                                               taken life.

Mecanismos

Como si los lugares pudieran verlo,
y lo hicieran,
y él no encontrara un
solo gesto conocido.

Salvo la memoria,
modelada por el tiempo,
el recuerdo,
la melancolía.